Poem for Grandfather Carlson

 

1

We count stars

as if tabulation can explain

the darkness

 

We want to believe

a stonecutter's error

brought us here

 

but to look is to see

the truth

precisely carved

 

2

In this mist we feel

what we cannot see   we fear

what touches heart bone soul:

ghost of a possibility

 

3

Here we are

in the presence of what

we have never known

but have always questioned

united as we are divided

as if each of us

were the wing of a cricket

the cricket being

something else altogether.

Reviews

[Blackbirdsong]

Oh this is gorgeous! There is a wonderful sense of awe and magic about it that compelled me to continue reading. There is just something so magnificient about this kind of poetic eloquence.

"We count stars
as if tabulation can explain
the darkness

We want to believe
a stonecutter's error
brought us here

but to look is to see
the truth
precisely carved"

A truly excellent read.